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Guy Fieri got into a nuclear fight with his hairdresser Saturday … and it was caught ON VIDEO.

The video — obtained by TMZ — shows Ariel Ramirez punching Guy through the open door of the SUV, swearing at him. You also see Guy kicking him. Ariel is so mad, he cries uncontrollably during the fight.

Although you don’t see how the argument ends, we’re told Guy threw Ariel out of the SUV. Guy’s manager then jumped out and he took Ariel home by cab.

Sources close to Guy tell TMZ … They were coming from San Francisco International Airport, where they had just landed. We’re told they had all been drinking on the flight and used a car service to take them home.

As for how the argument happened … we’re told it was about nothing. One source said, “It was just dudes being dudes.” It escalated into a physical fight.

A rep for Guy tells TMZ, “A bunch of guys were messing around. Things got a little out of hand, but they’re all good now.”

Happy endings.

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Hollywood Hooters!

These celebrity breasteses are constantly being shoved in our faces. But we’re not complaining!

From Starpulse: Salma Hayek’s boobs are so gorgeous she’s often accused of having had work done. While some celebrities (Katy Perry) are obviously natural, others (Jwoww) are obviously fake. But in the end it doesn’t really matter, so long as they look glorious.

Just two weeks after her star-studded bash inside the SLS Hotel at Beverly Hills, the Black Eyed Peas singer celebrated the impending birth of her baby boy with a second shower.

Friends and family gathered over the weekend to fete Fergie at an intimate affair she shared with her cousin, Bridgette Hardonk, who is also expecting a boy. Guests feasted on fresh salads – with croutons spelling out the first initials of the moms-to-be – and chocolate melting cakes at the blue-themed bash.

“How cute is this? At @BHardonk & my family #babyshower,” Fergie tweeted, sharing a snap of a mini cake adorned with a photo of the pair.

Fergie, 38, is expecting a baby boy this fall with husband Josh Duhamel, 40, whose last name she legally adopted as her own earlier this summer. The child will be the first for the couple, who wed in 2009.

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Ever felt like you could see into the future? Like you just knew what was going to happen in the very next seconds of your life?

Well, we’ve been reading The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones in anticipation of the film (in theatres NOW). In the book, the Shadowhunters (read: hotties who battle evil demons) have these distinct tattoo-like markings called Runes that give them special powers. And oh yeah, there’s a Clairvoyant Sight Rune.

We were so intrigued by this particular Rune that we just had to put your clairvoyant skills to the test.

Your Challenge:

Post an Instagram pic or a Vine video showing us what you see in your future – is it being married to Ian Somerhalder or Nina Dobrev with kids? Living on an island with Ryan Gosling? Singing on stage in the American Idol finale and winning? Use the hashtag #TMIRune and you’ll have a chance to win ridiculously cool swag from the upcoming movie TheMortal Instruments: City of Bones and a $250 Gift Card!

BUT THERE’S MORE. MUCH MORE: We’re doing weekly giveaways so that you can have the chance to win the grand prize: a trip to New York City for two! Beyond cool.

Since we’re clairvoyant, we should let you know that we’ve seen your future: over the next few weeks, you’ll have more chances to win that New York trip, inspired by different cool runes from the film!

Ok, so how does this thing work?

UPLOAD an Instagram pic or Vine video of what you see in your future – and tag it #TMIRune.

Don’t forget to SHARE your pic or video on Twitter!

ENTER your information below so that we can contact you if you win!

Now you’re entered for a chance to WIN weekly swag and the grand prize trip to New York City!

And don’t forget to head over to our secret Mortal Instruments Hub, where you can look at other users’ submissions!

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So near but yet so far. What a heart-breaking result. It is one of the cruelest defeats I have witnessed.

I was born into a Celtic-daft family just outside of Glasgow. Loving Celtic is in my DNA along with double strands of faith, passion and hope. Celtic fans are the life-blood of the club; our collective energy is the 12th man on game-day. The atmosphere at Celtic Park on European nights is magical, intoxicating and exhilarating. Now, I live in Los Angeles and catch the games at Joxer Daly’s, home to the L.A. Celtic Supporter’s club, where everyone is always welcome.

Today, the pub was packed, we had the Celtic game on the huge screen while the bank of tellies over the bar played host to all the other Champion’s League games; making the most noise, after us, were the Barcelona fans. Well done Calatans, some great goals were scored at Nou Camp. The Chelsea fans had the biggest groans. And yes, I am prevaricating over the discussing the Celtic game.

Before the match, I would have been delighted with a draw, maybe nicking an away goal, but the way the game unfolded, I started to believe we would win!

The first ten minutes are always the most nerve-wracking – in the past, we’ve gifted goals before settling into our own rhythm, today was no exception, Milan started strongly but we held them in check. Forster, our goalie looked up for the challenge of keeping a clean sheet. The German referee generally had a good game and allowed play to flow. As the first half progressed, we started to create chances and had a couple of almost-was’s by way of set-pieces. As the game continued our team work, discipline and persistence created more chances, but just couldn’t finish any of them. The atmosphere in the pub was relaxed and optimistic – not usual for a C/L game at the San Siro. In the dying minutes of the half, Milan put in a second spurt of activity, which we handled – in the past, we would have been fading a little, anticipating some pie and Bovril; the Barcelona game from last season comes to mind. Overall, in the first half, we were just as threatening as them, and they were as off-target as us!

A 0-0 score at half-time! Pre-game, nobody was expecting that. There was a sense from the Celtic fans in the pub of ,”To hell with a draw, we’re gonna win this – easy-peasy!’

During the second half, we looked comfortable, had more chances, more possession and more confidence; they, by contrast, appeared tired and lack-luster with only a few half-hearted attempts to score; the stadium was quiet considering how packed it was. We could have, should have, but didn’t score quite a few times; I felt that if we got one in, we’d score three. The Milan mob became a bit more histrionic and were throwing themselves down all over the place, which the referee kinda ignored most of the time. Balotelli deserved an acting award for his looks of anguish, maybe he should join One Direction if he finds the big bad Celtic team so intimidating. The general impression of them in front of the goal was that of swarming midges, annoying but not dangerous.

With 15 minutes to go, we brought on the new blokes, Boerrigter for Commons, Pukki for Matthews; we seemed to lose our fluid team work, but still appeared more capable of scoring, until we gifted them a goal, against the run of play in 82nd minute. Zapata’s off-target shot deflected off Izaguirre …so they couldn’t bloody well score against us until we helped them. They knew how lucky they were; they were celebrating like they’d just won the Champion’s League final. Then, and only then, the stadium came alive as their fans were jostled out of their stupor. Their second goal came off a free kick after Brown was carded – I don’t know why; the TV coverage didn’t show it. Forster saved Balotelli’s shot, but Muntari caught the rebound and knocked it in. In the four minutes of injury time, the Celtic fans could be heard singing, ‘You’ll never walk alone.’ It was too late; we lost 2-0.

I don’t mind being beaten, as much, when we’re out-played and out-classed, but today – we were not; we deserved more – more points, more goals, a reward for our efforts – but in football, the only thing that counts is the number of times the ball gets in the net, which we could not do. Neil Lennon will be proud of his players, pleased with his tactics, but frustrated at lack of goals. Attempts by Commons, Samaras, Matthews, Stokes all failed to yield results. I am proud of the way we played; I’ve full confidence that, in the cauldron of Celtic Park, we will beat them. One game down, five to go…last 16, here we come….did I also mention that unwavering optimism is another sign of a Celtic fan? Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart, and you’ll never walk alone…

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Throughout the years, I’ve often wondered what exactly makes a song a hit-and wondered even greater why certain songs are hits in the first place. I think I should qualify what I mean by “overrated.” None of the songs on this list are “bad” per se, but I felt they didn’t deserve the lavish praise heaped on them after their recording nor the endless plays on the radio.

In other words, there are plenty of worse songs out there, but none of them “earned” the success or were played to death like these five (in chronological order by decade):

Most Overrated Song Of The ’60s: “My Way” – Frank Sinatra

Right away, this selection is going to turn a lot of people off, simply because it’s so cherished, but that’s precisely my point. This song is not only a “classic,” it’s considered Sinatra’s defining standard, but have you ever sat down and really listened to it? The melody is slow, plodding, and predictable (it’s really just a long crescendo), and it was based on an even older French tune.

The lyrics aren’t very admirable either. Frank brags about how he did everything his way, and we should all learn to deal with that. Well, good for him. Being selfish and stubborn isn’t something to croon about. This Paul Anka-penned piece should have been one of Sinatra’s B-sides, not the one by which all his other hits are judged.

I’d rather hear “Come Fly Away” or “New York, New York” any day.

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If you had told me 12 years ago that a film about illegal street racing, starring Paul Walker and Vin Diesel, would evolve into Universal’s biggest film franchise of all time, I would think you were nuts. Despite mixed reviews from critics (the film currently stands at 53% on Rotten Tomatoes), it made $207 million at the box office and received five sequels (with another currently in production). Vin Diesel has stated that another trilogy is in the works (which will comprise of Fast 7, 8, and 9) and Dwayne Johnson has hinted at the possibility of a spin-off film featuring his character.

The series is, without a doubt, nothing more than good ol’ fashioned popcorn movie fun, and is generally considered a guilty pleasure from audiences. However, unlike other seemingly shallow, action-oriented and over indulgent blockbusters, the Fast and Furious films don’t seem to generate negative responses and get more popular with each installment. I’ve compiled a list of 5 reasons why the franchise has stood the test of time, continually thrilling audiences and critics alike and drawing moviegoers to the multiplex year after year…

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